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It was not very strange that while under the spell of Hildegarde's presence I should forget all about my poor, banged head; when a fellow's heart is thumping tumultuously against his ribs, as though laboring under an attack of fever, he cannot be expected to remember such trifles as a few bruises.
Of one thing I had suddenly become firmly convinced, and it gave me a spasm of joy such as had been a stranger to me for two long years.